She did not so much cook as assassinate food.

Perhaps this is in the end what most marriages are - gentleness, memory, and habit.

Novelists who treat violence and cruelty as something to be exploited for their effect, or to enjoy the pleasure of an evacuation, are carriers of a singularly unpleasant disease.

The young are so much more vulnerable than the old - the stuff is still warm and malleable, it takes impressions.

The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable.

Think of all the really successful men and women you know. Do you know a single one who didn't learn very young the trick of calling attention to himself in the right quarters?

Writing was a chimney for my blazing ambitions.